Happy Is The Bride That The Sun

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.

Feed Him Ye Must, Whose Food Fills You. And That This Pleasure Is Like Raine, Not Sent Ye For To Drowne Your Paine, But For To Make It Spring Againe.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.